Walid smiled with satisfaction and lowered his right hand, which had been holding the whip.
"Speak! Who gave you these weapons, tools, and iron? And where is that person?"
The little brother who was holding the little girl let go, and the little girl quickly crawled to her mother and began to tell her everything with tears streaming down her face.
When Ye Feng first came to the tribe, almost everyone in the tribe participated in everything he did.
The little girl didn't seem to know how to lie, or perhaps she was afraid of hurting her mother again...
Then she recounted in detail how Ye Feng came here, taught them how to make iron, tools, and guard posts, and finally killed the Shuar tribe's bounty hunter team.
After hearing this, all the cannibals present who could understand the Baija language were stunned.
Especially Chamuji and Walid, even though they hadn't witnessed it all firsthand, could see the shock in their surprised expressions.
The two had been exposed to modern civilization, but turning mud into iron and then using iron to make arrows sounded incredibly incredible.
Of course, they wouldn't believe that Ye Feng was some kind of Allah god, much less that these weapons and tools were some kind of divine artifacts.
All of this was either imagined by these feudal and backward women, or they were deceived by that man named Ye Feng.
However, they did know that modern humans outside the jungle were indeed very powerful and intelligent...
I just never imagined... that extracting iron from the soil... is this really not just wishful thinking?
Walid hurried to the shed where the furnace was installed, touching the furnace here and examining the blower there...
After examining them for a while, I became even more curious about these things that I had never seen before.
How can this strange furnace, which looks like an earthen chimney, melt steel? What is the working principle behind it? I don't seem to know this in the books I've read.
Unsure if the other party was lying, he raised the whip again and walked towards the little girl's mother, glaring at her and angrily demanding:
"Are you sure it's that Ye Feng?! If you dare lie to me, I'll kill your mother right now!"
"No, no." The little girl quickly shook her head, tears that had just stopped flowing again, pleading with tear-streaked eyes:
"I really didn't lie to you. You can ask other people if you don't believe me."
Walid stared at the girl for a while, and felt that she didn't seem to be lying.
He quickly ordered several men to dig soil from the stream behind the village, knead it into a ball, and then had some charcoal found in the village's houses.
After the preparations were completed, they began to light the furnace according to the method the little girl had previously described.
When he used the blower, he realized that it was much more effective than a palm leaf fan. Just by pulling the small wooden bow on it, he could generate such a strong wind.
"Is this the wisdom of modern people? How can such a strange object be made from just some ordinary mud and wood?"
This Ye Feng must be a very knowledgeable person.
Walid secretly admired Ye Feng, for he was different from the ignorant people in his tribe.
He loves knowledge and admires knowledgeable people even more.
At that moment, he realized the gap between himself and modern people, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.
If only I could invite this Ye Feng to my tribe to teach me...
Given time, wouldn't I be able to become the king of this jungle?
Walid was both inquisitive and ambitious, and the more powerful his tools and weapons became, the more intense his interest in knowledge grew.
And so, as I pondered, more than an hour passed...
The men operating the blower were already drenched in sweat and panting heavily...
Walid didn't know how long it would take to produce iron; he could only judge based on the time the little girl had given him.
What he didn't know was that extracting iron from the soil required strict control of the firing temperature during the firing process.
When Ye Feng was doing this step, he had Fu Changxiong supervise it, and there was even a mnemonic for observing the heat.
If the heat is too high, the iron will completely melt and mix with the soil. If it's too low, the thermal reaction won't even occur.
Sure enough, after the mud ball cooled down, Walid took matters into his own hands and started hammering it.
Chamuji and his men immediately gathered around. If the soil could really be turned into iron, it would be the icing on the cake for their tribe.
From now on, we won't have to spend money to buy ironware on the outskirts of the jungle anymore; that would have been a considerable expense.
However, after breaking open the mud ball, they found nothing; in the firelight, there were only some small, glowing dots.
"Damn it! How dare you lie to us!" Chamuji was furious, feeling that he had been tricked. He drew his knife and prepared to settle the score with the little girl.
“Wait! She’s not lying to us.” Walid called out to him and immediately pulled out his flashlight, shining the beam on the mud balls and debris on his hands.
Under the bright light, the tiny iron particles, as fine as pores, that had melted into the soil emitted a faint glow.
Cannibals are generally familiar with iron tools, and this shiny thing is clearly metal.
"Hahaha!" Upon seeing this scene, Tatis suddenly burst into laughter, looking at Chamuji and the others with a mocking expression.
"Wendigo wants to refine iron? Bah! You'll never get it without Allah's protection!"
However, if you have good eyesight, you can slowly pick out these iron particles.
But Lord Ye Feng said that such tiny iron particles can't be picked up without those tongs, hahaha!
Ye Feng was referring to cell clamps, but Tatis didn't remember the name.
Walid ignored her mockery and simply clenched his fists tightly.
He knew that since the principle was correct, there was indeed iron in the soil.
Then it must be due to your own lack of skill in controlling the heat or not mastering the steps properly.
He approached the little girl again and asked, "Didn't you say that after Ye Feng left, you smelted iron again? Who was in charge of the smelting?"
The little girl stood in front of her mother, looked around at the group of people, and then pitifully pouted and shook her head.
"It's Sister Salla and Sister Lia in charge, but they're not here."
Upon hearing those two names, Walid closed his eyes, suppressing his anger and feeling utterly helpless.
He remembered clearly that when they were chasing the two women, they had called out each other's names.
It's Salla and Lia.
"Damn it! The two most important people in my life got away!"
Walid slammed his fist on the ground, staring at the statue of Ye Feng in the shed next to him, his eyes filled with resentment.
There's no other way now, so I can only slowly research and experiment on my own.
A moment later, he waved to Chamuji. "Do as you please."
Chamuji seemed to have been waiting for this moment. He lewdly shouted to his men, "Brothers, you've worked hard today. You can enjoy these spoils as you please."
But I warn you, do not untie their ropes, and do not let any of the women escape, or I will make you pay with your lives!
"Good! Hahaha!" the henchmen shouted in unison, all revealing the same lewd grin, and began to select from the crowd.
The women of the Baija tribe are considered great beauties. A group of natives who had been wandering in the jungle for more than two months suddenly captured so many beauties, and the outcome was predictable.
It's essential to enjoy it before selling it.
At this moment, the man in plain clothes was picked up by two locals and, laughing, prepared to carry him into the house.
Buyi's looks and figure were considered beautiful in the tribe, so she naturally received a lot of attention.
She understood what these people were trying to do, and immediately struggled to shout at them...
"How dare you! I will kill you demons! Lord Ye Feng will not let you get away with this!"
"Oh?" Chamuji also noticed Buyi at this moment. Her bloated figure, thick lips, and slightly freckled face looked like a fairy in Chamuji's eyes.
He chuckled and stepped forward, grabbing the man in plain clothes by the chin. He then turned to look at his underlings, his face full of lewdness.
"She asked me if I dared to? Do you dare to?!"
The henchmen echoed in unison, "We dare!"
Chageli fawned over him, saying, "With the boss around, we dare to do anything."
"Fine!" Chamuji hoisted the cloth robe to the statue of Ye Feng, his neck stiff, a contemptuous smirk playing on his lips as he pointed at the statue...
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